Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2001 01:20:09 EST
From: Cancer33SS@aol.com
Subject: "Happy Trails"   lesbian beginnings

I met Danielle at the stables just as every time before. She already had
Skipper and Dusty saddled and ready to ride. Danny had a very devilish grin
on her face...for some unknown reason. I had spent nights, alone in front of
the fire trying to figure out how to tell this woman just how special she is
to me. She was wearing a tight pair of Levi's today with a rip over the right
knee, and a soft cotton blouse. My thoughts began to wonder as she put her
foot in the stirrup, and lifted herself up in the saddle.

Her long, dark hair and enchanting eyes reminded me of some of the Cherokee
women I had met on the reservation last summer. I imagined the curves of her
body in my hands as she looked back and asked me "what are you waiting on?" I
quickly mounted Dusty and kicked him gently in the flanks. I couldn't wait to
get started. I heard Danielle trotting down the trail behind me that led to
the beach. For a moment, I was stuck in time.

It was somewhat like being in a vacuum when I looked at her. Everything
seemed to freeze around her. It all seemed so irrelevant compared to her
presence. She took the lead as we galloped down to the surf. I tried to stay
in reality. The ocean licked at the shoreline. I could see the seagulls up
ahead playing on the sand. Their wings spreading wide as they scurried for
food. I watched as her perfect ass went up and down on the seat. She pulled
Skipper into a steady run.

I pulled up beside her. The salty spray had drenched her blouse. I noticed
she was bare beneath it. Her bouncing nipples were erect. I wondered to
myself why she chose to leave her bra behind today. We had rode together
several times without a hint of attraction displayed. She pushed in front of
me, then trailed back up on the dunes. She was headed in the direction of the
most romantic, secluded spot on the beach. I had been past here several times
on my morning jogs.

She dropped down off of her horse, then tied him to a large, gnarly piece of
driftwood. I followed her footprints in the warm sand. I followed mostly in
pursuit of something to quench the thirst she had ignited inside of me. Over
the ridge I found her sitting on a blanket. A bottle of wine peeked out from
the open color. Fresh, shiny fruit was piled in a wicker basket. My heart
raced. This entire day had been planned!

"Had my desire been detected?" I questioned myself. I had tried so hard to
hide the way my heart raced when I was in the glow of her essence. I fell on
my knees before her and delivered the most tantalizing kiss my lips had ever
performed. My warm tongue was engulfed in the heat of hers. It slid, with a
mission, between her pouty lips. I pushed her back gently. I could feel the
damp clothes between forming steam in our desire.

One by one I unbuttoned her shirt...licking teasingly at each area of
inviting skin disclosed. Small moans of anticipation escaped her throat. I
pulled her nipple gently between my teeth. She tasted of salt from the sea. I
pulled the shirt down from her shoulders...continued the trail down her firm
stomach...located the button on her jeans. With my teeth, I tugged at the
buttons. The zipper slid down in my heated attempts to find my hidden
treasure.

There was my point of interest in front of me. It was all trimmed and waiting
impatiently on me. She lifted her hips from the blanket as I peeled her out
of her jeans. Her legs were even more awesome than I had imagined. I had a
short flashback to all of the times I had envisioned them wrapped around my
neck. I leaned in, nibbling on her outer flesh. I could see her delicious
liquid gathering. Her hips began to squirm under me.

Her pearl peeked out from her folds, and I knew by her texture that she was
dying for me to take her. My long tongue slid in. I imagined that she tasted
even better than the fruit she had brought for us to eat. That gave me an
idea. Keeping my mouth on her hard clit, I reached over blindly with my right
hand. I searched the blanket until my fingers grasped the fruit. I fumbled
for my choice and pulled the banana out of the basket. She spotted it and
lifted her hips even further to welcome my naughty penetration.

The fruit plunged right in. I sucked her sticky lips into my mouth. They were
swollen with anticipation. I began sliding my sweet tool in and out of her in
perfect motion. I could tell by her movements that the tip was stabbing hard
against her g spot. She started grinding harder against my face. She fucked
harder and faster as I stepped up the speed of penetration. Her body jerked
in simultaneous spasms as I swallowed her exotic concoction.

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